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- 7/2020
It was the winter, Christmas break, and before going home to see his family in New Zealand, Vicenzo had decided that he would lie about when the term ended and spend some time doing what he wanted. The teen was seventeen so it wasn't really like they would know or anything else like that. It wasn't really like he was breaking any rules, but he was bored and didn't want to spend all of his time standing around doing nothing. He had found himself Venice, well, found himself was not the best way of putting it, he had gone to Venice, made the decision to go to Venice. Enzo had always loved Italy, and while his favourite city would always remain to be Florence, he was just visiting the other places the country had to offer and that to him was Venice. He had been in the place all of three days before he'd decided that he definitely wanted to live in Italy. His family, his grandparents had moved from Italy to New Zealand and in his mind he could not figure out why. This country was far nicer, or perhaps it was just Vicenzo preferred it. He just could never move, and was longing for the day he could leave school and officially move to here, or even to France, just somewhere rich in renaissance art.
Currently, Vicenzo was sitting in a muggle cafe with a lit cigarette in his lips opposite the Gallerie dell'Accademia, it was just after lunch and he'd been watching the tourists come in and out of the building. Vicenzo loved the gallery but he hated having to be with others in the gallery. The teen was wrapped up warmly, Venice was not a warm city in the winter, northern Italy was sunny but it wasn't a very warm sun. He hadn't shaven in a few days and his relatively young age meant that despite that all he had was a bit of stubble, not much more. But, it definitely gave his face a rougher look, it made Vicenzo look older than his real age of seventeen. He look a long drag of the cigarette and blew the air out and upwards, leaning his head back slightly to do just that. As he did so, the espresso and a few pastries, he had ordered arrived in front of him, he thanked the waitress in fluent, flawless Italian with a charming smile. Vicenzo thought of himself as definitely above these powerless muggles he was surrounded by, but it didn't stop him being charming, and immersing himself in the muggle world of old art. He raised the coffee to his lips, the cigarette slowly burning in his other hand, he took a drink of the coffee and let the bitter tasting liquid warm him. Sure, the summer weather of New Zealand was likely better than this winter weather in Italy, but when Enzo had a choice between the two he would always opt for Italy.
Currently, Vicenzo was sitting in a muggle cafe with a lit cigarette in his lips opposite the Gallerie dell'Accademia, it was just after lunch and he'd been watching the tourists come in and out of the building. Vicenzo loved the gallery but he hated having to be with others in the gallery. The teen was wrapped up warmly, Venice was not a warm city in the winter, northern Italy was sunny but it wasn't a very warm sun. He hadn't shaven in a few days and his relatively young age meant that despite that all he had was a bit of stubble, not much more. But, it definitely gave his face a rougher look, it made Vicenzo look older than his real age of seventeen. He look a long drag of the cigarette and blew the air out and upwards, leaning his head back slightly to do just that. As he did so, the espresso and a few pastries, he had ordered arrived in front of him, he thanked the waitress in fluent, flawless Italian with a charming smile. Vicenzo thought of himself as definitely above these powerless muggles he was surrounded by, but it didn't stop him being charming, and immersing himself in the muggle world of old art. He raised the coffee to his lips, the cigarette slowly burning in his other hand, he took a drink of the coffee and let the bitter tasting liquid warm him. Sure, the summer weather of New Zealand was likely better than this winter weather in Italy, but when Enzo had a choice between the two he would always opt for Italy.